Fantasy
The Bones of the Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. In those days, the raids were frequent. Several times a moon, we heard the warning drums. We prepared to lose children. The morning after a raid, people would emerge from their homes with furtive, searching eyes. They looked to see who mourned, who was missing. Who was left.
By Laura Matney4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon's Thorn
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. So Mother said, but Aphrid’s memories were only of the green-covered remains of the hamlet, Dunkilly it had been called, and of its graves, and of the many wyrms that roamed there. And of course, of Sharra, the dragon who kept Aphrid and Mother prisoner.
By Marion G. Harmon4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon's Valley
There weren't always dragons in the valley. The dragons came at the same time the nightmares were unleashed on humanity and the last nation was thrown into chaos. Or so the story goes. Only a few knew the truth, and only one had the courage to tempt the fates and test a child’s bedtime story against the endless legions of the bloodied sky.
By Carson Dexx4 years ago in Fiction
The Trenaz Dragons Of Volgar
Chapter I: There weren't always dragons. However, history is built on the civilizational sacrifices of ancestral victors that survived wars to protect a vital purpose for their future generations to thrive.
By Louay Shakuri (founder of the fantasy GK Universe)4 years ago in Fiction
Lorelai & The Valley of Secrets
Prologue “There weren't always dragons in the Valley.” Lorelai heard a man’s voice whisper in her ear. She was having the dream again, she thought to herself. She had it many times before, each slightly different but always so similar.
By Susan Grondin4 years ago in Fiction
The legend of a lullaby
The door was opened to a world where time plays no role. Nothing is born and nothing dies. All that existed in this world were gifts of endless possibilities. Like a tube of sealed paint in an artists possession that has no particular intended use, waiting for the inspiration that brought it to existence to experience a story.
By Nathan Williams4 years ago in Fiction
Healing Us Both
By choice I have returned to a place I swore up and down I would never return to. By choice I decided to live on land that has endured so much grief and pain. Two generations of my lineage have lived here, including myself. This land has seen upheaval, poisoning, deforestation, senseless feuds, and abuse. She has been cut down, molded, and reformed. Her waters run red with clay as if she is eternally bleeding. Trees have grown to contort around cold metal structures. Her soils stripped of nutrients. Amphibious life can only temporarily exist before being choked out by excessive iron deposits. Fungus is limited; community severed. Yet she has lived on. She seems to thrive but has only merely survived.
By Alexandria Rae4 years ago in Fiction
Stoic Paradise
He sat alone in a dark room face planting his desk. His arm was still hurting… but otherwise would be fine. Around him were papers recklessly smattered around the room: some were government issued, some were personal notes, and some… were pictures… of a child.
By Gabriel Walden4 years ago in Fiction
The Bones of Fire Valley
“There weren't always dragons in the Valley.” The expert paused and scanned the group with his eyes. “Thanatosdrakon amaru, the Death Dragon, has been dated to the Late Cretaceous, the last of the three geological periods of the Mesozoic era. These beasts probably perished as a result of the asteroid impact on the Yucatán Peninsula, but until then they were the rulers of the skies here in the Cuyo region. The largest pterosaurs ever discovered in South America, and one of the biggest species discovered in the world.”
By Taru Anniina Liikanen4 years ago in Fiction
